Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Chen Yang sat at the bar, with the blonde girl beside him, and there were not many places left in the store.

"Ok?"

There was also a person not far from the bar. Hearing the movement and raising his head, Chen Yang noticed the other person's line of sight, and looked at it subconsciously, and then was stunned.

She had thick black hair in a shawl and was wearing a black robe.

The point is that a face is covered by an iron mask, revealing only a pair of frightening eyes.

Isn't this the'Dragon Trainer' Star, one of the eight giants of the Gourmet Club?

With a heartbeat, Chen Yang said in a messy heart: "Two days ago, wasn't this at the North American headquarters. At that time, the leader called the eight giants for discussion, and no one was absent!"

There is only one possibility, Star has just arrived in the past two days, and Chen Yang happened to meet him during the Christmas food festival.

Nodding to each other, there was no talk.

Chen Yang knows Star, and Star naturally also knows Lin Qingfeng's only son. Moreover, Chen Yang himself is also a dazzling rookie in the food club, leading the'tiger head club' with outstanding results.

Look back on the mulled wine and roasted chestnuts.

A glass of red wine, steaming hot.

Spiced wine is not difficult to cook. Additives are on the one hand, and on the other hand, you only need to heat it slowly, paying attention to the temperature not to exceed the boiling point of alcohol, then a pot of red wine will probably be cooked successfully.

Now sitting down and sniffing the taste, Chen Yang is sure in his heart: "This spiced wine is not easy!"

Why?

Out of the olfactory judgment of a top super chef, with just a light sniff, Chen Yang's vision seemed to penetrate the white Christmas and see the colorful dream world.

"Try it!"

Suddenly, Star's voice came: "Perhaps through this glass of wine, you know where you are from him."

Chen Yang's face was shocked, didn't he?

Holding the cup in both hands, he took a small sip without hesitation.

The wine is hot, but it doesn't burn your mouth.

But in an instant, Chen Yang's mouth was violently shocked, like being bombarded by a meteor shower.

The dark-brown pupils are stained by a flood of colors, and in the flood, there are fruits such as apples, oranges, lemons, and star anise, cinnamon and cinnamon sticks.

The color has become a supporting role. At this moment, in the torrent, the fruits and spices that are usually seen everywhere are the protagonists. Chen Yang feels that these ordinary ingredients have changed, and all of them have become sacred and radiant.

The ingredients for becoming a god, this is terrifying.

The shock that I saw and heard was all written on his face.Chen Yang took one mouthful after another, unconsciously, the wine glass in the palm of his hand had already bottomed out.

"what--"

It wasn't until the last mouthful that he couldn't help but exhale, releasing the strange power accumulated in his mouth.

Bang bang bang!

There was a faint magical sound, the fruit and spice army screamed mischievously from the fog. Chen Yang was caught off guard and surrounded by this fantasy army. He looked up and down the bar, looked around, his eyes were open. Confounded and unbelievable.

"They came out?" murmured.

"What, did you find the color?" Star said again, obviously paying attention to Chen Yang.

"color?"

After taking a deep breath, Chen Yang knew that a Lin giant would not ask questions for no reason, so after thinking about it carefully, he organized a speech and said: "Apples, oranges and lemons, as well as various spices, are themselves colored..."

"Ha ha."

Star just said lightly: "In daily life, these colors, you will pay attention to them and be infected by them?"

Chen Yang bowed his head and said nothing.

At the same time, a layer of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Yes indeed!

Ordinary ingredients, even if they are colorful, it is a fantasy to pry the chef’s appetite through appearance, or to let the chef see the food scene through color.

But why did this glass of Christmas mulled wine do it?

Someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

Chen Yang turned his head suddenly, but saw another giant Lin's "Burning Purple Rose", Andrea raised a smile at him: "Chen Yang, do you have a taste of Chef Xia's "Snow Girl of Seven Colors"?"

"Huh?" Chen Yang was stunned. After two or three seconds, he suddenly woke up. No wonder the name is a bit familiar. He has been living in the house and he has also heard about it under the overwhelming news reports in recent days, but Chen Yang is even more confused. "I know that "Snow Girl of Seven Colors" is the most popular product of Chef Xia’s farm, but does it have anything to do with the mulled wine at the Christmas Food Festival tonight?"

"What? It turns out that you haven't drunk the "Snow Girl of Seven Colors", then you may not be able to eat it, because the key rainbow key has disappeared in the torrent of colors. You need to find it yourself and pursue the mystery."

Andrea suddenly lost her interest, waved her hand, returned to her seat and sat down.

Uh!

Chen Yang was choked not lightly.

What is the relationship between the two?

He was going to run away inside. He looked at the empty wine glass on the table. He couldn't help rolling his throat. A voice asked: Can I still refill the glass?

not far away.

Zhu Qing squinted at Chen Yang, who was sitting in a daze, and snorted, "Another one is stupid by Xiu!"

Dojima Gin and Saiba Joichiro are exchanging tasting experiences.

"Shiiichiro, you can eat it, it is exactly the same as the food meaning contained in the egg custard that day, so that the ordinary ingredients shine!"

Cai Pau Cheng Ichiro nodded, his eyes were deep, and while he was talking, he kept looking at the wine shop outside the house. The young chef who continued to cook mulled red wine said slowly and authentically: "But this time the ordinary food show exists, and the ride is full Dreamy temperament is given by "fantasy", you can taste it, silver?"

Dojima Gin's smile faded slightly before nodding after a while.

"There is so much familiarity."

Dojima Gin was talking about this, and Alice, who was sitting next to her parents and Senzaemon, was also whispering.

Hearing this, Senzaemon's eyes flashed, and he was determined to look at his granddaughter: "Alice, can you talk about the familiarity in your heart?"

Alice belongs to the outspoken nature of talking about whatever she has in her heart, and immediately replied: "Grandpa, did you not eat it? I always think that ordinary ingredients and fantasy ingredients are combined into one, and when they are truly integrated, they Your "Devil Ramen" recipe is the same. That night the lecturer used your recipe to cook the ramen. What I ate was also in this sense of harmony, without any abruptness!"

The speaker speaks quickly, but the listener intentionally.

Nagiri Zongwei took a deep breath in secret, won't it...

Senzaemon happily said, "Then Alice, tell me what fantasy ingredients are in this mulled wine?"

Alice was not too embarrassed to stick out her tongue, and said softly, "Grandpa, I can't eat it!"

Hey!

Senzaemon couldn't comment on the front, smiling, but he sighed in his heart.

Almost all the words in the room were heard by him, but even veteran Lincook like Star and Andrea only faintly caught the missing key, but to the power of hiding the key, Know nothing.

He suddenly thought of the half-line poem of the Poetry Saint: Moisten things silently.

Of course, the first half sentence should not be forgotten.

When almost all customers can't eat the so-called spice structure and spice combination, and think that everything they see and hear is so natural, that is the embodiment of cooking.

Nagiri Senzaemon felt inexplicably, and thought of a sentence in the "Tao De Jing", and couldn't help but chant:

"The big sound is loud, the elephant is invisible..."